Sticks and Stones

A Narry Fanfiction.

Sticks and stones will break my bones but words will never hurt me.

After what Harry assumes to be a bad perfomance, he realises that words can hurt. He makes a promise to never hurt someone else with his own words but he breaks this promise and instantly regrets it. He hurts the one he loves and prays that he'll be forgiven but is all hope lost?

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2. Chapter One


“Harry, where are my clothes?”

Harry snickered, hiding under the bed covers on his bed.

Louis charged in and wrenched them off his body.  “You can run, but you can’t hide.”  His mouth was upturned in a frown and he looked like a sad clown.  His facial expression did nothing to help Harry’s composure, causing the younger boy to burst into a fit of laughter.  Louis loomed over him, his hands on his hips.  He was only clad in a pair of multicoloured boxers.

Harry raised an eyebrow at how ridiculous this whole situation was and the general hilarity of Louis’ frustration.  “I washed them.”  A smirked played on his lips.

The older boy’s mouth was agape in mock horror.  “You what?”  He pulled at his hair in frustration, sneering.

“They were dirty so I washed them.  You can’t keep going through the laundry basket to wear them again Lou.”

Louis folded his arms across his chest and pouted.  “But I spray them with cologne and it makes no difference,”

Harry faceplanted, smothering another chuckle.  He raised his head and rolled his eyes at his childish flatmate and best friend.  “Yeah…right.  Just borrow some of my clothes while yours dry.”  He gesticulated the general area in which his own clean clothes were located.

The older boy dropped his arms to his sides, shrugging dismissively.  He glanced at Harry’s wardrobe.  “Okay.”

Harry watched him, a smile forming on his face again.  He was such a silly fool but he always made him smile.


Niall gazed at his bedroom wall, running his hands over his face.

There was a knock on the door and he quickly shoved on some tracksuit bottoms and motioned towards it.  With a twist of the knob, it opened.

Liam stood before him, hands in his pockets.

Niall frowned at him.  “How did you get in?”

The other boy lifted his hand up; displaying the spare key Niall had lent him a while back.

Niall’s lips formed an ‘o’ shape before he stepped aside to allow Liam entrance into his room.

Liam sat on the bed and patted the space beside him, gesturing for Niall to follow suit.

Niall sat down with a sigh.

An awkward silence settled over them; Liam broke it by uttering the words.  “I know you love him.”

Niall flinched.  “Who?”  He pretended that he had no idea what Liam was talking about but he did and the other boy could see right through him.

 Liam raised an eyebrow.  “You know who.”

Niall’s body tensed.  “Look, I don’t know who you’re talki-”


He froze.

An amused expression crossed Liam’s face.

“I-I-” his voice trailed off, defeated.  He glanced up, meeting Liam’s gaze.  “It’s obvious huh?” He said, finally giving in.

Liam shrugged.  “Well, the way you look at him when you think no one notices and how badly you reacted to what he-”

Niall groaned.  “Can we not talk about what happened?”  He pleaded.  “Please?”

The other boy stood and checked his watch.  “Rehearsals start soon and we’re going to be picked up in fifteen minutes Nialler, so you better hurry up.” He ran his eyes over Niall’s topless figure.

Niall forced a strained smile, though his mind flashed back to what happened before the last rehearsal they had a few days ago. 


They were all exhausted after a night of partying so they crashed at Louis and Harry’s flat.

The next morning, Niall woke up with Zayn’s head on his shoulder.  He carefully got up from the sofa as not to wake the other boy, though he shouldn’t have bothered because the boy could sleep through a tsunami.

He surveyed the living room.  The others weren’t here so he headed to the kitchen for some food, yawning.

He walked through the doorway then stopped before he rounded the corner, out of sight from the others.

Harry was speaking, raging at Louis for something he’d done; probably another prank or something.

Niall sympathised with him, after the amount of alcohol he had consumed the night before, he must have been feeling like crap and Louis had chosen the wrong time to prank the youngest boy.  His lips tilted into a grin, remembering what Harry had done the night before…then the smile left his face when Louis spoke again.

“Niall had a sex dream about you.”  He described it and Niall blushed dark red, his jaw dropping in complete shock.

He could hear Harry sigh and snort.  “Very funny Louis.  Niall’s such a weirdo though.  He always looks at me weird, it’s like he’s in love with me or something, it’s disgusting -”

At this point he heard a gasp, probably from Louis or Liam if he was there too.

Then Harry uttered a load of really rude, spiteful things that replayed over and over in Niall’s mind.

Niall let out a strangled sound and heard a muttered “Oh, fuck.” as he spun on his heel and sprinted out, through the corridor and out the front door, slamming it in his wake.


Niall’s heart squeezed at the memory and his eyes shut tight, attempting to hold back tears but failing to do so.

Liam’s brow creased.  He leaned down and wrapped his arms around the broken boy.  “Don’t worry Niall.  Everything will work out.” He muttered, though he wasn’t really sure if things were going to get better or worse.

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